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[not_as_i_do]

Sometimes I'll be in the middle of a day of work and forget all of this. You have to be able to ... to put it away somewhere, just to focus on what needs doing.

But then some strange little random thing will remind me, and it all comes crashing back. Today, it was a young man's eyes, on the subway home. They were so blue, and I thought, 'my son has eyes like that'. But I don't have a son. Not here. But I do in the memories.

I know I should probably save these things for group, but ... somehow it's easier putting them here in writing. I feel like ... it should still all be secret. Like I should be used to keeping secrets.

I've never been secretive in my life.

Does anyone else have moments like this?

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[consortofalderaan]

Yes. Hopefully more memories will dispell the questions I have.

Are you wondering what part of you is in this past self?

[not_as_i_do]

Well, if nothing else, I know we share the same profession, so that's a start. What about you, are you seeing any paralells?

[consortofalderaan]

In my memories, I am a senator from outer space. I have no personal experience from which to draw reference.

[not_as_i_do]

Well, now! [he blinks in surprise] I can certainly see how that would be a bit more difficult to relate to ... well, here and now. But you're not in politics in any fashion, here, then? ... Your name does seem familiar.

[consortofalderaan]

I am a psychologist, here.

May father was a politician and so is my older brother. You are perhaps thinking of them.

[not_as_i_do]

Maybe? ... But maybe not. I'm a physician, so I may have spotted you on a referral or two.